Just another day...

So I wore a pair of older black jeans today. I didn't get to take much from the house after the fire, but I did grab my trusty old black jeans. Yeah, they'd seen better days, but they were a comfort item. They fit me really well and actually made me look like a girl (a rarity being a female in IT at my company). Anyway, coming back from lunch, I was walking up the stairs in front of our graphic artist, and he says, "Um, I think the seam is coming apart on your pants," and indeed, it was. I was wearing a long shirt, so I was covered, except for the coming up the stairs part (I'm lucky he didn't give me a dorsal Wet Willy).

I didn't have time to go home and change as I was due to sit in on an interview in about 10 minutes. Being the consummate IT professional, I kept a roll of black Gorilla tape in my office. Black jeans, black tape. I could just tape them up and get on with the rest of my day. I didn't want to tape my pants to my butt, so I put the tape on the inside facing out. Black on both sides, no problem.

And I proceed to the interview. My supervisor and I interviewed a quite charming young woman for maybe 45 minutes. At the end of the interview, we discovered that she might have some visa issues that she needed to discuss with the supervisor, but without me. No problem. It happens more often than not.

So I excuse myself and go to stand up, only to realize that my pants are firmly affixed to the leather chair I'd been parked in for the last 45 minutes. I know at that point that I'm going to have to either sit there unwanted or really tug to get loose. I opted for the latter. And with a great strained look on my face, I heave myself out of the chair, the tape coming away from the leather with a loud ffffrrrrraaaapptt. It sounded like the worst strained fart ever, and coupled with my strained look and heaving motion, I was pretty sure how it would be perceived.

In that split second, my mind wrestled with which would be worse, admitting I'd taped my butt to the chair or admitting I'd farted uncontrollably in an interview. Unable to decide, I looked them both square in the eyes and just said, "Well, then," and left.